Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Yttermayn]

OOC: Certainly there was enough new information in this encounter for John to make another roll.
25exp for this short, silly encounter.

 

[Scott DeWar]

will make a new check now...

John takes a stick from the ground and starts pokeing around the innards of the creature
"Hmmmmm"
If aberition:
1d20+5=15

if outsider:
1d20+4=12

"Most peculiar"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Scrag looks at the remains suspiciously, "We no split up. Maybe come back like cat.

 

[Yttermayn]

A sleepy-eyed Toby yawns and stretches, and comes over to sniff at half of the thing on the ground. The cat suddenly jumps backwards, in the comical way only cats can manage, and hisses. Toby backs away growling and presses up against Thrindar, looking very alarmed.
John's assesment of the creature is cut short as it rapidly decomposes into black goo. He does know it to be an abberation of most likely pseudonatural origin. This thing did not get here on it's own. It seemed too weak to be anything but an accident.
Grok and anyone else with Heal skill or biology related skill may make a roll as well.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"In my training with the Lord's high wizard, I remember reading about something like this. I think it is a pseudonatral abberition that has somehow spontaniouly generated by our very prescense. However my full analasys is being greatly hindered by the rapid decomposidtion of these creatures. Grok, that was a great idea to open it up like that for me to examine its pseudo anatomey"

 

[maddmic]

Grok watches as the limp halves fall to the ground and begin to melt away. He wipes his hand on his clothes and turns back to the others. He nods to Roderic secretly knowing that this is the type of action his teachers had told him should be controlled. He was too quick to lose his temper and he knew it. Still.....sometimes it was necessary.

He watched the reactions of the rest of the party and the cat as it came over to investigate. The half-orc had secretly hoped that the cat was truly a stray for it would've been a welcome breakfast, but alas, it was just something that disturbed their slumber.

After John thanked him, Grok looked quizically at the man. "Grok not know what you mean, but welcome. Groks fingers and hands tingle. Strange." With that, he makes his way back to where he was sleeping and lays down.

OOC:
Helaing check: 1d20+7=11

 

[Scott DeWar]

[sblock=Maddmic] you gotta love pseudo-science, eh?! [/sblock]

 

[Yttermayn]

Grok's brief glimpse of the thing's innards didn't reveal any new information to him.
OOC: What's everyone doing now?

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well, go to sleep again. I still have a couple of hours untill the guard shift" says the mercenary, sitting on the rock again.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Scrag settles back down, but finds himself restless, wondering what other creatures out here may have been infected or corrupted.